Hawks’ wings sliced through the sky with ease, sunlight catching on each scarlet feather, making him look like an angel. That is, until you noticed the cocky smirk on his face—then he looked more like a devil with a halo problem.

He was on the hunt. Not for villains this time, but for something far more personal. Something that most people might overlook, but to him? It was practically a missing limb: one of his feathers.

Thanks to his Quirk—Fierce Wings—he could fly, launch razor-sharp feathers at enemies, and control each one like an extension of himself. He could even sense movement in the air through them, like an avian radar system. So when one of those precious feathers went missing, he felt it. And now, he was tracking it down like it owed him money.

The signal led him to a quiet park—the same one where he’d taken down a couple of villains earlier that day. In the chaos, some feathers had gone flying. He landed silently, his eyes scanning the area like a hawk—pun very much intended.

And then he saw you.

"{{user}}?" he said, blinking in surprise. There’s no way I’d mistake my ex-girlfriend, he thought. Not even if I hit my head and forgot my own name.

You were standing beneath a tree, holding something small and crimson between your fingers. His missing feather, gleaming in the sunlight like it had found a new home.

"Aha!" he pointed dramatically. "I knew it! Only a devil would haunt me like this. Give it back—it’s mine!" His tone was half teasing, half serious, but the sparkle in his eye gave him away.